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Therapy lyrics

* To ease the mind I analyze between lines I vandalize
With rhymes, when I recite I hold the mic like a nine
I design like a composer
Blow you like a soldier
Vocal mind? with the smoothness, move with composure
Grab a mic n set it like I m wettin su n with my heater
MC s get wet cuz they be sweatin my procedure
Crimes I design remove stress
Like buddah bless in the projects I choose to rep
My complex like geometry, blessed like ganja be
If I die, live niggaz gunshots ll honor me
Properly, I be droppin these lime life philosophies
Criminology, it s just a ghetto nigga prophecy
I got to be laid back, empower property
Sports cars, dogs, and a yard lots of trees
Quite possibly I might even chop a ki
Cuz even when I chill the D s are still clockin me
Rookies on their fours havin wet dreams of knockin me
See me jumpin out the mean Lex, a street odyssey
So vex they follow me son, my policy, here to make mines
sorta like rhyme is a robbery, I take mines
There ain t a mother fucka stoppin me
Rhymes like these, leave ya mind at ease

(*scratching*)Just...Just...Just...Just....Just listen to the man on the mic

I m sagittarius, the archer, live breed,
Dimes leave keys to they apartment
I snipe mc s like a marksman
Heat of a arson
And I ll freeze ya mind like a breeze from the Arctic
Seize like the narcsters
When on stage I feel weak, you breathe out ya nostrils
You seek enlightment you can be my disciple
Son I don t wanna be in Queens house with my boo
Stressed out because case supreme might indict you
I do what I got to do survive I ve slung jums n bottles
Touched blood money, bust guns with hollows
A man child command crowds in smooth apparel
Write quite elustrious n live like a pharaoh
My destiny s to spread my wings like a sparrow
My pen s addicted to men who ve been convicted
Every housin projects I ve repped the realness
Son I sit down with convicts, deal wit killers, chill wit dealers
I ain t really feelin niggaz rhymes these days
I coincide each phrase to write so deep my line s engraved
Like a gemstar inside a plate
I m tryin to live cuz I mma die one day
If Crime don t pay
My currency s defined off the rhymes I say
I mma po-et due to my respect of Bigs assassination
I rep NYC with no kingly aspiration
My feet stand on pavement once felt by Perry Mason
Cuz self-preservation is the first law of nature
I clutch a M-I-C while semi- squeeze
Rhymes like these, leave ya mind at ease
 
(*scratching*) Just...Just...Just...Just
Listen...Just...Listen...Listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
mic...Just...Just listen...Just listen...Just...Listen to the man on the
mic...Listen...Listen...Listen to the man on the mic (*end scratch*)
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